An ode to the Trio.
Every December, our book club gets together to recommend the next year of books. We each bring 1-2 and do a mini "book report," and then get a certain number of playing cards to put on the books we'd most like to read.
January usually gets the short straw because we meet on the first Wednesday, and tend to pick the quickest read as the first book. This year was no different - the group chose Mornings Without Mii by Mayumi Inaba. I am usually all about Japanese books about cats, but I absolutely cannot recommend this book. I disliked it so much that I don't even want to talk about it on Wednesday.
But I will go, and I will talk about it, and to get my mind off it between now and then I present three tributes to our furballs.
BABs (bad-ass bernie):
you barrel through the cat door
like cosmo kramer
hank, or hank the tank:
timid but affectionate,
solid as a rock
old man sir simon:
slowing down as the years pass
still such a presence
